Epilogue: What About Superman?

Lois Lane watched Superman disappear into the sky, up, up and away. He had taken the news rather well, really. I mean, there was no good way to hear that the woman you loved had gotten knocked up by own of your demonic enemies and that you were invited to the wedding. He hadn't thrown a fit or vowed to fly off into space like some superhuman incel. Yet the pregnant reporter could tell, looking in his eyes, that he was hurt by it all.

Which is why, when he had disappeared from her sight, Lois took out her smartphone and dialed a number she had previously only kept for dire emergencies.

Outside of the Fortress of Solitude, Superman tossed fish to the flock of penguins that had their breeding grounds in the leeward side, out of the wind. The little beaks snapped it up greedily. Nestled down by thier feet were the eggs, being kept warm. Superman liked penguins, and penguins liked Superman. To them, he was just another human, and a nice one at that.

He tossed out the last fish when Wonder Woman crunched through the snow towards him. He had heard her invisible jet park some ways off, so as not to scare the birds.

"Did Lois tell you?" He asked.

"Yes," Diana said. "Come on, Kal, let's get inside. Do you know how cold this metal bustier gets?"

Superman smiled at the image, and turned away from his avian friends, leading the Amazon into his home-away-from-home.

They wandered through the halls and galleries...Diana had been here before, and saw the trophies of past victories, the memorials to old Krypton, the Phantom Zone projector and the hall where different samples of Kryptonite were safely stored behind leaded glass. Androids skirted around them, intent on the crystal citadel's upkeep...and they came at last to a part of the Fortress of Solitude that Wonder Woman had never been to before.

There was a metal pod there, with rocket-like fins.

"This was my birthing matrix," he said out loud. "As close as I ever got to my birth mother. I...I thought one day Lois and I..."

Superman hung his head, unable to finish. He turned to look at Wonder Woman, in her star-spankled shirt, the metal of her breastplate and bracers gleaming.

"Why are you here Diana?"

The Amazon smiled. "I thought a blowjob would help cheer you up."

Suprise crossed his face...quickly followed by confusion, then hurt, anger.

"I don't need your mockery," he said, and turned to leave. Wonder Woman stepped in front of him.

"I'm not mocking. Drop your pants," she said.

He stared at her then in disbelief. She could see his pupils zoom in and out of focus as he immediately attempted to assert if she was telling the truth...or even the real Wonder Woman, and not some imposter. His eyes widened.

"You're serious," he said.

Wonder Woman grabbed his belt. She looked him in the eyes as she undid it.

"Kal, I wouldn't offer to do this for just anyone," she said. "And I fully expect, when we're done, that you're going to repay the favor. Because I have to tell you right now, if Lois Lane doesn't want you...well, that's her loss."

The Princess of the Amazon's glaives hit the floor with a crack. Superman's cock was exposed. Diana hadn't known what she had expected...but it wasn't this.

"You're circumcized?" She said in surprised.

"It's traditional, on Krypton," he said. "I've read that women prefer it."

"I'll let you know," she said. She leaned forward, breathing in his smell. It was...hard for her to describe it. A bit like horsesweat, maybe. Not in any way unclean, but just...throughly, utterly masculine. Her tongue stole out of her mouth, and she let it touch the tip of his cock...and then ran it over the back, all the way to its base. At four inches flaccid, the Man of Steel was bigger than some men were hard...and as the Amazon's mouth delved down to taste his hairless balls, the cock began to grow.

And grow.

And GROW.

"Great Hera," Diana said, as the throbbing erection cast a shadow over her face. "Are Kryptonian women hollow?"

"I may be...a little bigger than average," he said. "I hope that isn't a problem."

Wonder Woman grinned. "Not at all. I like a challenge. But there's no way I'm going to fit all of that in my mouth."

With acrobatic grace Wonder Woman rolled backwards, and came up before his Birthing Matrix. She turned around, tresting her hands on the golden fins, her ass out. Tossed her black hair and shot him a look.

"Come on, Kal," she said. "Don't tell em you don't want to."

He shuffled forward, the pants around his thighs...ands to her surprise, he dropped down to one knees. Peeled down her star-spangled shorts...and saw the wet juices of her own clit. While Superman was naturally hairless, Dana's pussy was hiary, as all Amazons are, trimmed only to not show in her bikini-bottom.

She shivered as his tongue lapped over her cunny. Unlike most men, he seemed to have no interest in fucking her slit with his tongue. Instead, the warm, strong muscle ran over and over her labia...tickled her clitoris...slipped inside her folds and ran up and down , exploring her pussy inside and out, memorizing its intricate anatomy...his hands plled her ass cheeks apart, and for the first time, Diana gave a little gasp...and that was when he stood, and she felt the head of his cock rest against her pussy.

"Admit it," she said, panting inside her bustier. "You've thought about this. You've wanted this. As much as I do."

Superman didn't answer her...but when he drove his hips forward, she pushed back. It was like the collision of two tectonic plates, which together form a range of mountains...and her superhuman cunt muscles slowly spread as the diamond-hard Kryptonian dick plowed mercilessly on into her pussy. It was then, and only then, that Diana knew what it was like to be truly filled with cock...and when, at last, her mightly legs began to tremble, and she felt the head of that cock distend her stomach, pushing out from within, she gasped aloud...and something happened inside of her, something she had heard women talk about but had never experienced herself.

A wave of electric pleasure seemed to radiate from her crotch. The muscles contracted, her spine stiffened, her eyes rolled up in her head. Her legs and arms quivered as they tensed, her whole body alight in that moment, silver sparks flashing before her eyes. Something burst inside of her as her bladder emptied, unconsciously and uncontrollably. It only lasted a moment, but it left the Amazon feeling weak and dizzy, panting and realizing...

"I...I came just from you putting it in..."

His hands moved up. Her metal bustier gell forward and onto the floor with a clang. Hands that could rip apart continents grabbed her breasts, squeezing the flesh tightly. With a voice of choked desperation, he said.

"I'm sorry...I can't hold it..."

Inside of her, a billion sperm suddenly burst forth. The Amazon coughed and sagged as if Big Barda had punched her in the gut. He held her aloft as he grunted, all the pent-up sexual desires of his life unleashed in that one moment...and Diana swooned for a moment, feeling an aching pressure inside of her...and realized that it was her Amazonian cervix. Proof against any mortal sperm...or so she thought.

"Ow!" she yelled at the sudden, sharp pain...but she was a warrior, and the pain quickly faded to a dull throb, and the disconcerting sensation of liquid warmth seeping into her holiest of holies.

Superman uttered a sigh of such complete contentment, it made her heart melt a little.

"Thank you. I'm sorry I didn't...if you give me a few minutes, I can..."

"I'd like that," she said, and lowered one hand down to her abdomen. She could actually feel the head of his dick, distending the skin of her stomach.

"Maybe...if you have a bed?"

Which of course he did.

On the news, Lois Lane watched as reports of an earthquake in Antarctica came in...and the pregnant reporter smiled. She had always known that Diana was carrying a torch for Superman...and keeping up with the Amazon, the reporter judged, would be the best thing for him.

"Hey babe?" Angelica said, looking up from between the reporter's thighs. "Have I ever told you how much I like eating your pussy?"

"You could stand to tell me a little more," the reporter said, and grabbed the back of the demon's head and guided the face back to her slit.

All's well that ends well, Lois Lane thought to herself.